"Clang!"
Before Fairy Lingyue could act, a streak of sword light suddenly shot out from beside Xu Taiping.
He looked up. Who else could it have been but A Meng?
"Martyrs of the human race, please let me, A Meng, fight alongside you!"
With a long cry, A Meng slashed his sword down at the ancient demon.
"Boom!"
To Xu Taiping and Fairy Lingyue's astonishment, A Meng's sword intent had grown rather than diminished despite his grievous wounds, and his single stroke actually cleaved apart the sword qi shooting from the ancient demon's fingertip.
At the same time, his already formidable Vast Sea Sword Intent now showed faint signs of advancing yet another step.
"No matter the age, no matter the world, there is always a sword, always a blade, always a pair of fists that dares to face the terror from the abyss."
Watching A Meng's back as he faced the Demon God's remnant body alone with his sword, Fairy Lingyue spoke with a rare trace of admiration.
Xu Taiping nodded at her words.
Compared to Su Chan, whom the world could not forget even after his descent into demonhood, he preferred someone like A Meng.
"Bang!"
Just then, the Demon God's remnant body shattered A Meng's sword intent with a punch.
His body was sent flying backward as well.
Before he could steady himself, willow switches formed from demonic qi flew from the palm of the Demon God's remnant body and pierced A Meng's body with a ripping sound.
At this sight, wild delight appeared on the faces of all three Demon Venerables still prostrate in the Blood Pool.
For their Nine Nether, the only opponents they feared were the Sword Cultivator A Meng before them and Junior Martial Uncle Lü Sword Nine.
Now that A Meng was